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Birth of a Warrior 

As my inner “Warrior” lies dormant no-more, my mind becomes fully awake. I break free from the chains only to grow closer to my conscious self and the person I was meant to be. A powerful spirit runs through my veins that is wild, free and not meant to be tamed. As I challenge the status quo and the lessons I once found to be true, I realize that they no longer serve my purpose. Healed pain has turned into wisdom, while being the very catalyst granting me release me from my deep sleep to jolt me awake. 
My soul lies with the “Gypsy’s” the seekers of freedom and a lifestyle slowed down to appreciate what truly matters. To be and let be – to smell the roses. 

I dance with the “Fairy’s” that make our world a magical place and teach us to believe in all miracles big and small. 

I walk besides the “Wanderer’s” and share in the spirit that admires all beauty and majesty of Mother Earth. 

The “Traveler’s” that seek adventure and are not afraid of the unknown but who allow the “What could be” to unfold right before their eyes. 

My passion belongs to the “Artist’s” who experience life on a deeper level than most by sharing a common need to create and show compassion for each other. 

The “Lovers” of music who move with the rhythm of life while expressing themselves through a song when words are hard to find. 

The “Writers” and “Poets” who paint their story in ink and make us fall in love by reading between the lines. 

I admire the “Dreamers” who dream big and believe in hope and everything possible. Who are spontaneous and live in the moment and the “Now”.

My cheer goes to the “Underdog” who is fighting to be accepted without comprising themselves or losing sight of their unique individuality. The “Misfits” and “Outsiders” that seek their place amongst society and struggle to fit in.

The “Optimists” who choose to see the silver lining in the most difficult of situations. 

The “Unselfish” that are always willing to help by lending a hand to others while braving their own storms.

My heart beats for the “Collectors” of moments and memories, who leave the materialistic burden behind to enjoy a life far less complex and even irresponsible at times. 

I admire the “Angel’s” amongst us that walk the earth in human form to make our life a better place. 

 And finally all “Mankind” who does not see an animal, but a living soul and something so much more profound than the title of being an animal.

As my inner “Warrior” rises within me, I am strong and I am proud. 

My authentic self is my soul made visible – I am home – I am myself. 

Rhapsody Bohème – Birth of a Warrior

Author:

Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

4 thoughts on “Birth of a Warrior 

      1. You are welcome! ♥️ Hope you have a pleasant week. Monday might bring you an important and special surprise. (Could be a person if you do not have a sweetheart.)

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